Some Fishin

These pics I decided to put up here were aday You and I went fishin....I can't sleep tonight...You are in your bed right now snoozin away but I look forward to the years ahead with you...fishin, learning, talking, playin and everyhting else.... I love you son.

Usually on the way home from the fishing hole you nod off as you did on this one, You had just eaten your left over cheeseburger and slipped into dream land. Most of the time you will say, "I'm tired daddy, I'm going to go to sleep now. Then off you go.

I really like this pic, You have your Sponge Bob fishin pole, the reflection of the clouds is nice, It was a beautiful day that day. Catfish.
Nature. I love it, I really do.

On this day Marcus came with us. We were pullin fish out at a good rate. We actually printed off on the net how to skin a fish and had plans to fry some up but the ones we caught, we didn't feel they were worthy. This day was I had two lines in the water and one I just let lay there for an hour or so. I finally checked it and had a huge cat on it, I wrestled him the whole way to the shore and just as we were getting ready to look at him the line broke and he made a huge splash we couldn't really tell exactly how big she was but the splash it made made us believe it was a record breaker, and that the story we will stick with, I need to get a net.

Another funny story is we were there about half hour and you said you had to poop. I took your shorts off and used the bucket we brought for fish as the landing zone, It went good... got you all wiped up and we went back to fishin. Bout hour later you said daddy I pooped. That means you went in your pants and I didn't bring any extra clothes and that poop was big one so I stripped you down threw your undies and had to take your shorts in the water and wash them, then after that I took you in the lake water and washed your butt. Ringed out your shorts and put em back on you and let you know thats how adventurers do it outside if they have to. I looked at Marcus and was smiling and he said. That's right, that's how we do it.
Marcus and you were acting like cowboys. You were actually using your country voice I love it.. so cute.

After Marcus caught a bass.

My small catfis
Nice size but we let him go back

Marcus is your buddy. He thinks a lot of you Brock.
BB rifle practice

Loadin the gun

That's were the fish live honey.

Lookin good son

You like to play with worms, you feel sad when I put them on the hook but I let you know that, that's their job and it don't hurt em, they have no brains.

Ball Park Stories

Mark Boyer, Adam Loesch, Juice and me

? Me, Adam, Juice, Jason Allen.

Adam Loesch, Greg Bowers, Gabe Loesch, Juice.
These pics above were a random night at the ballpark.....I befriended Adam on facebook and he had these pics...Adam was Gabe's bro, he also is one of those sincerely genuine folks you love to be around....these days when I played for Paddy's were plainly in one word.... unforgetable....although after the games we would go back to the pub and I am sure there are things that were forgot due the beer and whiskey...non the less...we had fun.

Brock, this is a pic below is of my good friends from left to right... Shannon Johnson, Juice, Brian McGeorge, Phil Burkemper, "The Drummer" Tom Riechart, and me. These guys I would consider my best friends. This night was the aftermath of "The Gabe Loecsh" Benefit Tourney. Gabe was a friend of ours. Everyone you see here played ball for Paddy Malone's softball team, and we were a team to be reckoned with. Not only could we play some good ball together we had countless good times together. 3 years ago Gabe was killed in a car crash. What happened by most accounts is still a mystery. Gabe was a wonderful person. He had such a way of making people laugh and would give you the shirt off his back if you needed one. He was our pitcher. Before he died he was on his way of becoming a great softball player, His intensity and competitiveness where hard to match, His moral and ability to be a team player never will be matched, he loved the game and he loved his friends and everyone who knew him knew that. At his wake. Most the guys in this picture and the whole town of Jeff city it seems stood in line in Russelville for 4 hours in order to see him and his family before his funeral. It was something I have never seen and hope I never will again. At the time you were still in mama's belly.

You and I Getting a lil dirty .

You often will build "castles" or houses as you call them and You will ask in this sweet lil voice..."hey daddy you wanna build a house with me"?

This was after a high and tight one, don't crowd the plate son. :)

We were out at the ball park the other night and these couple pics are the usual things we do each time. During the game every time I come into the dugout you will ask me daddy is it my turn yet?? So after every game we do some bp and you run the bases, Then you will pitch and I will hit, you call it playing defense and you always try and find someone to be the umpire. You know this game very well for your age, I don't know how ;)

I'm comin atcha "submarine" stlye

1st day of School

Last week your mother and I walked you to your 1st day of school. The Montissori School I do believe is a huge stepping stone for you. Being able to go was one of the big motivators for you to getting poopy trained and as soon as you were doing it you would tell everyone "Look I pooped in the toilet I can go to school now!!!." So so funny

Your 1st day was real nice You stayed with me that night before and we woke up got some breakfast and went to your moms house so we could walk you there, She thought you should have been dressed cuter but you picked out your outfit w/ Cubbies sweatshirt and we were like whatever. We knew you looked cool. You were so ready youhad your backpack ans school supplies. The night before we went and got all your stuff for school and I could tell while I was searching frantically for all the stuff how excited you were. We talked about each lil item, One time after we got a ruler you said "Daddy I'm a big boy now. I said, "Thats right honey, you sure are growin fast".
Your last day w/ Isabele I want to mention was hard for me to watch. When I went to pick you up I could see in their faces how sad and happy they were. Thier whole family has loved you beyond measure. I was was very lucky to have such wonderful caretakers. They all walked us to my car and all gave you big long hugs and kisses. Isabele is a wonderful person. You wil see them again of course but I know she is hurting to see you go. She loves you very much. Sometimes you will tell me you don't wanna go to school you wana go to Isabele's as much as I want to just say ok I know its best for you to go to school. I took you by ther this past weekend to say hi and she was gone but Ben and Saba were ther and Saba grabbed you with a big smile and gave you a hug. He put you down and you gave Ben a "five" and said, "we just came by to say hi, we are going now and you jumped back up in my arms.
I look forward to your school years ahead son. I want you to do so well. I mean that babseball scholarship will need you to have good grades...I'm kidding kinda. But do good Brock.

Miracle for Margaret

You were so happy to get to carry the Trophy

Co ed Champs pic

You eating seeds w/ Troy

Monday, August 24, 2009
Miracle for Margaret
This weekend you and I were at the Fields of Legends playing in softball tournament for a lil girl Margaret who was injured in a car crash. The softball tournament was for her family to raise money for the extensive rehab they will be doing for her.
You had met Margaret several weeks earlier when her family brought her out to the park to see her dad. He umpires there for league. They have to drive there car up to where the fields are and when they did the 1st time you met her we were waiting to play and eating hot dogs with the rest of the fellas. I asked you to go over there and tell her to get better and you walked around to the minivan opening and looked at her and came running back to me, jumped on lap and said "Daddy her legs hurt"??, I said that they were and she was in crash. You kind of looked at me and kept watching her kind of wandering over there from time to time each time getting closer and closer. After every trip you would come back to me and sit on my lap.
Margaret can only speak and she is in a wheelchair but her smile can be seen for and felt for a long while. Her father was umpiring when she arrived and to look at him and see him smile back at her really makes me thank every star in the sky about how lucky I am. The strength this family has right now is unmeasurable. They have a long road ahead of them you can really see how much and how deep their love and commitment for their family goes. Depending on how you look at it....they are an inspiration for me to be thankful for your health and all the blessings that I do have. Every time I talk to Margaret's father I can only manage to get out so many words before my eyes start to tear. .... I wish I could just make her all better.
Eventually Margaret had to go home and when you realized she was leaving you asked me to hold you and take you over there to say goodbye. When I took you over there you said all by yourself "Goodbye Margaret, get better OK", in a real soft tone. I could tell you wanted to hug her.. cause you give goodbye hugs to everyone,,,,She opened her pretty eyes and looked at you and gave you her precious smile and you then gave me a hug, a really tight one. To watch you grow and have compassion for others is real special feeling. I hope you are still like this when you read these messages I have been leaving you. Son, there are so many problems in this world today, whether you are old enough at this point in your life to realize or not....one of my major focuses of raising you.... is for you to be a caring and forgiving and helping person. No matter.
So this weekend on the way to the park I told you why we were going and you just looked at me and went back to jabbering about whatever you were jabbering about.
We get there bout 8:30, same as always, we gather are stuff and your toys and we walk up to the fields and you see a couple of your runnin buddies and off you go. You brought many toys w/ you this time. Your car, your golf clubs and bag, your bat and glove of course...and we had to have a few talks about sharing early on but eventually all ya'll were playing together quite well. That day was a good. I was playing Co-ed and we won it. A couple of guys I haven't seen in a while and a couple who haven't seen you in over a year were giving you lots of attention...one of those guys was Troy, he is big man, very hunerous and he introduced you to sunflower seeds. You called them "box seats" we all chuckled over that for a while. You like Troy and climbed on him throughout the day. Before you were born I played with his son quite a bit. Troy is good guy.
During the day Margaret came. It was real hot and her father was recovering from the flu he said and they didn't stay long. While they where there you would ride you car past her and show her lil toys and when people would come up to her family to talk and stuff , you would peak your head into their cirlce and look around.
The next day, Sunday, we were up there again for the Men's tourney from 10:30 am til 7:30 pm. There's something special about playing ball on Sunday's, I have always felt that, its like Sunday's were made for playin ball. I remember my dad played alot on Sunday's and if he didn't he would take me to see a game in Burlington...always seemed like a Sunday to me.
Again Margaret was there and I saw you talking to her quite a bit on this day. You had a blast. By the end of the day your shoes were off and shirt was off and you were dirty from head to toe, Much like me. We had all kinds of laughs as we were walking out to go home. My uniform was mud covered from a head 1st slide into second and your shorts and body we all covered with mud from full day of fun. My team and I once again won the championship, it was a well fought battle, we were undeafeated going into the championship game. We lost the 1st and won the "if" game in extra innings. For some reason I really wanted to win this one more than usual. It was like if we could pull this out and get our picture with Margaret with a trophy it will someway make her just a lil bit happier..and thats one thing "we" could really do for her. Even if just for s short time. I know Margaret's family were rooting for us, all the guys I was playing with felt that way and we were hustling and picking each other up and playin just as hard as we could. I saw a lot of good in people that day.... not just on the ballfield.....I'll remember it forever

Yard Camping

After dinner Juice-tail We wrestle.

Brightmoon drops back , he's open.. he got it.. touchdown!!!

Brock and his clubhouse Jam time!!

we have fun. Heismann??

Our Campsite

Everytiime or almost everytime after we go to the Grocery store we have to stop and play around at the playground at the school across from the store.... its great. Our Nutritious dinner Tent wrestling, Gecco Roman Stlye. My lil singer song-writer. We were out front the other night and you had to sing your Astronaut song to Marcus....Your 1st original :) Thats good daddy!

I Love you Brightmoon Longtoes